Reunited

I'm finally reunited with my baby, Jane, my Harley 883. I went and got her out of storage two weekends ago and I've been riding her around with the nice weather. Its been chilly today though, and I think its supposed to rain and get cold for another few weeks. I got her a cover, since I live in an apartment and don't have a garage but it hasn't arrived yet.
My poor babies need a garage. Yep, I said babies. I finally got rid of the old red, memory riddled, POS, and I got me another Jeep. A little classier this time, I went with a Liberty. Still 4x4 but a little more passenger friendly than my Wrangler.


I've started my Motorcycle Journey 'buy list' for the trip I'm taking next year. The cover was the first item on my list. I've gotta budget my gear because some of it can be really expensive. Next month I'm getting the 1-person compact tent. April- the go-pro camera, so I can keep my blogging audience updated while I'm on the road (I figured you wouldn't mind having a front row seat when I go over the 7-mile bridge in the keys or come along on HWY 1 in CA). May- compact sleeping bag, June- the motorcycle mounts for the camera and my GPS. July- my new Helmet, I've been using this old helmet now for years and its not quite a perfect fit. August- a new versatile leather Jacket, September I'll do some of the hotel booking for every other night I'm not camping. October I'll buy the motorcycle GPS, November more booking, and December the saddlebags for the bike. I'm so excited about it all. One of my vendors even suggested he set me up with a few riding buddies along the way and a few places to sleep instead of a hotel or on the ground in my tent. I'm not too concerned though, some of my best night's sleep have been under the stars.

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Love is Dark Sometimes

And by dark I mean like Dark Chocolate, bitter and sweet at the same time.





Enjoy your Valentines Day everyone!

Weird Sense of Humor

I might have what some people would call an inappropriate sense of humor.
I laugh at the most unfitting situations. The more unsuitable or weird the better.
Like church. I don't think I've ever laughed as hard as I have in a quiet church service, trying to hold it back because you know your mom will bust your ass for acting up. It seems like the situations that call for humor the least are always the ones I can't help but laugh.

Thursday last week was an interesting day at work.
It was around 2:30 and I was filing some paperwork in the other Buyer's office.
The safety specialist goes running down the hallway, and I make a comment to her about "someone must have bumped their head", and immediately start to giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation, even though it probably means someone did get hurt. We hardly ever get a serious situation. Most are bandaid worthy. They make a page over the speaker system shortly after we are he-hawing in her office about having everyone come indoors and go to the breakrooms. This means there is an ammonia leak from the fertilizer plant next door. Instead of quieting down, I start joking about feeling the effects already and we laugh more. About this time, they make another page and tell us to evacuate the premises and drive north ASAP, and I finally have the good sense to shut up.
Emergency vehicles escorted us out of the industrial park.
I feel so bad for having laughed.

Jen gets my silly/weird sense of humor though.
Thats all that matters I guess.
I sent her a Valentine (Its from Game of Thrones):


Our text convos are pretty awesome too:


(Sorry Jen, I use the worst picture of someone in my gallery as everyone's profile pic on my phone.)
It makes it more fun/humorous to receive a phone call with a pic of Jen eating a baby ice cream cone flashing on my screen.